A year changes a lot of shit. I went from Reno and a massive heartbreak, to Tennessee... where I couldn't settle... to now, the frozen hell known as Minnesota. I'm in a town so damn tiny it's considered a village... and while it's kinda growing on me, I'm miserable, lonely, depressed, scared, and I hate my life almost as much as I did when I was freshly broken hearted. And yet I can't tell anyone. I'm not allowed to. I'm supposed to be happy and upbeat and enjoying being around family, and happy I'm going to be working a job that I can actually try to save some money. But the truth is, I can't keep up the charade. I feel like a useless, fat, worthless, good for nothing.